Watching Your Finger Nails Grow

The place makes me groan,
Like the bones of those aggrieved saints of old
This harsh light sucks the life clean from my face
The person that was here is no longer here,
And the person that remains is but a ghost
The agony of “life and death’s dparting”
Are we forgiving the transgressions of the past
Only to manifest a bleek, malignant oppression?
Days are partitioned, sequenced and cataloged
And clouds dance by with reproach
Making time seem all the more real
Like watching your finger nails grow
10 minutes is all it takes to lift your spirits
About an hour till you face the guilt

Turri, 2010

Painting by Dale Frank

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